The East Tennessee and Western North Carolina Railroad (reporting mark ETWN), affectionately called the "Tweetsie" in reference to the sound of its steam whistles, was primarily a 3 ft (914 mm) (narrow gauge) railroad established in 1866 for the purpose of serving the mines at Cranberry, North Carolina.
The narrow gauge portion of the ET&WNC was abandoned in 1950, however the 11-mile (17.7 km) 4 ft 8 1⁄2 in (1,435 mm) (standard gauge) segment of the line from Johnson City to Elizabethton, Tennessee still exists today as the East Tennessee Railway.
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